Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1091

Chapter 1091: Chapter 655: Did You Smell Something Again? Chapter 1091: Chapter 655: Did You Smell Something Again? Ange and his party, brimming with excitement from having eradicated the insects, returned to the Master Plane, only to discover that after cleaning up every shady corner of Goddess of Beauty City, Nightmare Shay was nowhere to be found.

“Where could it be hiding? Really strange. If it’s not going to show up, fine, but why hide after doing so? What’s the meaning of this?” After initiating a search across the entire plane, Negriss said, obviously troubled.

Here, the entire plane truly meant every nook and cranny. With Ange’s current power, he could mobilize a search that left no stone unturned, not missing a single corner.

But even after searching through the underground caverns several times with insects, they still could not find a trace of Nightmare Saya.

If it hadn’t come, that would be one thing, but they had already cleaned up a strand of ‘hair’ in the corners of Goddess of Beauty City, proving that Nightmare Saya had been there.

Ange played with those ‘hairs’ in his hand, making Negriss’s scalp tingle: “Why are you playing with such disgusting things? Be careful it doesn’t burrow into your flesh.”

Ange took off his hat to reveal his bones–where would there be flesh?

Negriss slapped himself, having said the wrong thing.

Anthony, on the other hand, was receiving intelligence feedback from all quarters, and said with concern, “This is troubling, we don’t know where it’s hidden. We can’t keep up this high-intensity search forever. If we stop, and it quietly grows stronger in some unmonitored place, that will be problematic.”

The word ‘trouble’ appearing twice in one sentence was enough to illustrate how unsettled Anthony felt.

Yet Ange shook his head: “No fear, no growth.”

Anthony paused, then nodded, “True, I overlooked that. Without fear, it can’t grow stronger. So it needs to hide in places with lots of people, preferably in human cities. I will issue a Proclamation of Supreme Hope, marking it as a heretic. Anyone who finds its trail should report immediately.”

Negriss agreed, “Let’s also scatter some more insect eggs, always be prepared to defend against Shay.”

Thus, the operation to encircle Nightmare Saya ended anticlimactically, with no one knowing where Nightmare Saya had hidden itself, or why after shedding just a little blood, it shed no more. Could it be anemic?

…

Recently, a very skilled Illusionist arrived at Scare Park; his Illusion Technique was unusually realistic. It gave people the feeling of being right in the midst of it and he had a precise grasp of the threshold, often extracting the last vestige of fear without causing a breakdown.

Additionally, his illusions were tailor-made, with different people experiencing different Illusion Territories. Even within the same Illusion Territory, individuals would focus on different aspects.

In the same scene, a boy would see his beloved girl walking away with a middle-aged man, while the middle-aged man would see a beauty suggesting they leave together, though his wife was right there.

A student would see the exam paper handed in, but with not a single word written, while the teacher would see a pile of test papers with not one of them passing.

A Mage would see that the elements were abundant, yet he was unable to cast Magic, while an Alchemist would see the materials he’d treasured for decades smashed to pieces by mischievous children.

Each scene would present the viewers’ worst fears, and just as they were about to break down, it would pull them back. Going through the whole experience on the brink of collapse, everyone would leave the park with jelly legs.

Nightmare Saya returned to the resting room, counting the day’s harvest with a dreamlike sense of unreality. Recently, the fear gathered each day surpassed what it used to gather in half a month.

It didn’t need to maintain a bunch of intelligent creatures or raise them from a young age. It was enough to scare them and the harvest would be even more bountiful than before?

Although these fears weren’t pure, they were continuous, and some customers who were scared enough a few days ago came back again, bringing their friends with them.

If this can continue, wouldn’t I be able to lie back and simply collect fear? But I wonder if the intelligent beings here will keep this up every day.

“Not a bad harvest, eh?” a voice suddenly rang out, startling Nightmare Saya, who turned to look, only to see a brazier in the corner slowly ignite a flame.

I’ve been careless, not noticing the strangeness of the brazier; it’s hard to guard against all these unfamiliar things here. It has found me; no, I must kill it.

As Nightmare Saya turned to glare fiercely at the brazier, prepared to strike, the brazier spoke nonchalantly, “Alright, alright, can’t you see I’m also a demon? We’re all in this together; no need to put on airs. You are a Terror Demon, right? Quite smart of you, finding a place like this to harvest fear. You’ve got quite a lot, it seems you’re not low-ranking; what might I call you? You may call me Lord of Terror.”

Nightmare Saya paused, unsure. A demon? Lord of Terror? Was it misunderstanding something?

Deciding to not attack just yet, Nightmare Saya followed along with Lord of Terror’s comment, “Lord of Terror? A demon, you say? What kind of demon?”

Lord of Terror, sounding annoyed, said, “You’re being quite rude, you know? Lord of Terror, that’s the Demon Overlord, of course. Didn’t your mother teach you the common knowledge about demon hierarchy?”

“Common knowledge? She never did,” said Nightmare Saya.

Demons, that kind of creatures from another plane, were far too distant from her level of existence; the intelligent beings she kept did not include demons in their ranks.

“Oh, well, can’t blame you then, it’s your ancestors’ failing. Demons range from Little Inferior Demon to Inferior Demon, and then to…” Lord of Terror patiently explained the ranks of demons.

“Now you get it, right? Demon Overlord is the deity of the demon tribe, the master of the demon plane; you should be addressing me as ‘My Lord’.” Lord of Terror declared.

Undaunted, Nightmare Saya retorted, “If you’re the ruler of a plane, what are you doing here?”

“Hehe, hehe,” Lord of Terror chuckled awkwardly, “Just traveling around, seeing if there are any fools… uh, handsome fellows to sign a contract with me. What say you? Interested in signing a contract with me? I know of many places like this Scare Park where you can go and collect fear whenever you want.”

“No need, thanks,” Nightmare Saya declined, not wanting to be a fool.

“Really won’t sign one? I also know how to purify fear, you interested in learning that?” Lord of Terror tempted.

“No need.” Nightmare Saya clenched her hand, and speckled ‘fear’ was purified into pure fear.

“Decent technique, passable,” Lord of Terror said insincerely, “So do you have any desires? Spit it out, maybe I can make them come true for you?”

Nightmare Saya thought for a moment; she didn’t seem to have any desires. Her greatest desire was collecting fear, her sustenance, and that desire was already well-satisfied here.

“Truly boring, customers like you are the ones I hate most. I’m leaving, goodbye.” Lord of Terror realized he was wasting his time and, frustrated, extinguished himself.

Until a very long time later, Anthony and Negriss were still wondering, “Where exactly has this Nightmare Saya hidden herself?”

“I’m telling you, Ange, stop growing these Shay plants, will you? They’re not real vegetables, honestly,” Negriss complained, his eye suddenly catching a sly figure.

“Shamara, what have you smelled again?”